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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
ABC,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.