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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.