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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Toasters 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.