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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.