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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.