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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.