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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.