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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.