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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.