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 Costa Rica 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.