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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.