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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.