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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.