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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.