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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Brick,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.