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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.