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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Technova,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.