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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.