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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.