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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.