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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.