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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Swans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.