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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.