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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.