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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Television,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.