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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.