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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.