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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.