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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.