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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.