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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.