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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.