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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.