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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Ludus,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
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.