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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.