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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.