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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 kango's stein massive 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.