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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
UT,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Nico,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.