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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.