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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.