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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Names,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.