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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.