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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.