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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.