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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
cv313,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.