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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.