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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.