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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.