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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.