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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.