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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.