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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.