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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.