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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.