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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.