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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 The Busters 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Busters,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Magazine,
10cc,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.