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 Philippines and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.