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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
UT,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.