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 Norway 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Monks,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.