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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.