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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.