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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.