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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.