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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.