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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.