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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.