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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.