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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.