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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.