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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.