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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.