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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.