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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.