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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.