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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.