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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.