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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.