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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.