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 Italy and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.