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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.