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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Wire,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.