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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Fear,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.