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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.