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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.