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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Ronan,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.