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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.