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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Franke,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
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.