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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.