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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.