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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.