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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.