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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
UT,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.