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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.