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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.