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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.