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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.