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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Visage,
Q65,
Scion,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.