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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.