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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.