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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.