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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.