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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.