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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.