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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.