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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.