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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.