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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.