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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.