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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.