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 Lesotho 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.