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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.