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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.