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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.