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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.