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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
UT,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.