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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.