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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.