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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.