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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
X-101,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.