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 Iran and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.