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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.