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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.