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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.