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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.