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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.