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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.