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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.