Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.