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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.