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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Roxette,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.