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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.