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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.