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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.