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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.