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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.