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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Visage,
Index,
Slave,
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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.