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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.