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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.