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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.