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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.