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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Visage,
CMW,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.