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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.