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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Q65,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.