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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.