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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.