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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.