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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.