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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.