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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Nico,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.