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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.