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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.