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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.