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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.