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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.