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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Television,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Cure,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.