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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.