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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.