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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.