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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.