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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.