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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.