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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.