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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.