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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.