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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.