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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.