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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.