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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.