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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Deakin,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.