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 Colombia and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.