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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Index,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.