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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.