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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.