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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.