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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.