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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.