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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.