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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.