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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
ABBA,
The Move,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.