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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.