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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.