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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.