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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
ABC,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.