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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.