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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.