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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.