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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.