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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Television,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.