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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Inner City,
New Order,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.