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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.