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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Can,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.