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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Wire,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.