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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.