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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.