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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.