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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.