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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.