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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.