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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.