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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.