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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Index,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.