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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.