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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.