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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.