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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
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the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.