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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.