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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.