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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.