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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Chrome,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.