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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.