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 Australia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.