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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.