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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.