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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.