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 Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.