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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.