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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.