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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.