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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.