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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.