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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.