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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.