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 Colombia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.