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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.