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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.