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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.