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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Slave,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.