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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
X-101,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.