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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.