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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.