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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.