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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.