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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.