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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
JFA,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.