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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.