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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.