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 Poland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.