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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.