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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.