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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.