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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.