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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.