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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.