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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.