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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.