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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.