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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.