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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.