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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.