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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.