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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.