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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.