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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.