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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.