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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.