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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.