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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Index,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
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.