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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.