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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.