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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.