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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.