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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.