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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.