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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.