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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.