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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.