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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.