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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.