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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.