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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Mars 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.