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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.