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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Crime,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.