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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.