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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.