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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.