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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.