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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.