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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
PIL,
Gong,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.