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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.