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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.