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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.