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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.