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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.