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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.