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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.