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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
the Association,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.