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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.