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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.