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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.