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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.