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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.