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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Smog,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.