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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.