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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.