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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Organ to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Can,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.