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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Japan,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.