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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.