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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.