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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
X-102,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.