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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.