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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Real Kids,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.