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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.