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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.