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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Real Kids 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.