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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
the Association,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.