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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.