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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.