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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Deakin,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.