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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.