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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.