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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.