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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.