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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.