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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Index,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.