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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.