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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.