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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.