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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.