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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.