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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Index,
Faust,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.