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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.