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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.