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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.