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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.