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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.