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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.