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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
John Cale,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.