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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
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Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.