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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.