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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.