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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Wire,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.