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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.