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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.