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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.