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 Dominica and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.