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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.