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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.