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 Greece and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.