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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Brick,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.