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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.