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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.