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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Skriet,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.