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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.