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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.