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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.