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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.