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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.