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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.