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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
the Association,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.