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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.