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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.