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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.