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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.