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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.