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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.