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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.