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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.