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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.