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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.