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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
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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.