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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.