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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.