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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.