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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.