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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.