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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.