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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.