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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.