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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.