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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.