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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.