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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.