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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Organ,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.