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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.