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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.