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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.