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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.