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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.