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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
cv313,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.