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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.