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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.