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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.