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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
New Order,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.