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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.