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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Martian,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.