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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.