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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.