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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Names,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.