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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Swans,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.