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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
MDC,
Unwound,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.