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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.