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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
10cc,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.