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 Denmark 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.