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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.