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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.