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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.