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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.