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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.