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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Can,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.