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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s 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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Index,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
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.