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 India and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.