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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Echospace,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.