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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.