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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.