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 United States and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.