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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.