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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.