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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
The Move,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.