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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.