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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.