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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.