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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.