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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.