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 Germany and from Portland.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.