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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.