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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
June of 44,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.