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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
CMW,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.