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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.