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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Wire,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.