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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.