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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.