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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.