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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Standells,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.