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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.