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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
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The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.