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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.