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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.