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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.