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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Cluster,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.