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 Malawi 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.