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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.