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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.