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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.