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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.