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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.