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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.