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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.