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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.