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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.