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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.