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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.