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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Evens,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.