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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.