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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.