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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.