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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.