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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Ossler,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Hashim,
CMW,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.