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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.