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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
MDC,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.