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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.