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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.