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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.