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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.