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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Index to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.