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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.