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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.