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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Skriet,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Roxette,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.