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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.