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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.