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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.