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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.