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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.