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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.