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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.