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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.