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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.