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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.