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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.