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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.