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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Organ,
Magma,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.