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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.