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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.