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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.