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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.