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 Zambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.