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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.