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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.