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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.