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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.