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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.