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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.