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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.