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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
New Order,
Flipper,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Move,
John Holt,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.