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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.