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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.