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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.