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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.