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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.