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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Can,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.