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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.