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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Nico,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.