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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.