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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.