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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.