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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.