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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.