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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.