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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.