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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Television,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
UT,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.