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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.