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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.