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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.