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 Bolivia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.