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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.