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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.