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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.