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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.