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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.