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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.