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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.