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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.