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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.